Lately

I want to burn everything to the ground because I feel like a king with out his crown, a spoiled piece of shit with a frown, I want everything and everyone to just fucking drown, because I don’t want to hear any more noise, all this talk about “what happened to my boy?”, gee dad he fucking lost it, years ago when you tossed him and made him feel like he wasn’t worth shit. Well now I ain’t. But fuck it I could care less, I’d be lying if I said my parents were the reason why I’m depressed.

The truth is I’m obsessed, so many feelings I can’t even express, like the girl, the dreams, and my lack of sex. All this shit decompressed and packed neatly inside of my chest. 

I’m about to blow up I’m so stressed. Don’t ask me why I feel like this. I just do, simply. And I know anxiety is not attractive so I try to keep busy and be active but these days doing nothing has become a habit and I can’t hack it.

I mean I can’t take it off, or out, voice in my head filling me with doubt. Shits telling me, fuck it all, kill them quick and show them who’s got the bigger dick. But I’m not feeling up to it.